"Look carefully," Lin Ziyan said suddenly, her voice serious.

Shrimp larvae are highly susceptible to disease, and their growth can be hindered by feeding issues.

Therefore, there used to be a saying that discourages people from trying to get rich by raising shrimp: nine out of ten shrimp farmers will lose money.

This is not an exaggeration; it is indeed true.

There are specific requirements for the feeding methods and shrimp food at each stage of shrimp farming.

If raised properly, the shrimp can be harvested from the pond in about a month.

If not properly cared for, it can take about two months before they can be taken out of the pond.

"Okay," the chubby girl said weakly, but she sat up straight and began to look through her notes.

"By the way, my dad went to the county town yesterday and heard that some students there had food poisoning. Most of the students in one school had diarrhea."

"He said he drank some beverage and told us to be careful when selling things," the chubby girl casually remarked.

Lin Ziyan narrowed her eyes. Food poisoning?

She had a bad feeling; there was no news about the boss from the county town from last time.

The long-term cooperation that was originally promised never materialized.

Lin Ziyan wasn't constantly thinking about that boss; she only remembered him after hearing what the chubby girl said.

"Did Uncle Chen say what kind of drink it was?" Lin Ziyan asked, pursing her lips.

The chubby girl shook her head. "He probably only heard about it from others, but as soon as he heard it was related to drinks, he grabbed me and started talking to me."

Lin Ziyan nodded, walked to the table next to her, and began to fiddle with some medicine to improve the immunity of shrimp larvae.

It's called medicine, but it's really just a mixture of vitamins. Nobody buys it anymore, and nobody knows what it's for.